Thriller Paradise

"I don't understand what you're saying." Sam was very calm in the face of Zuo Yan's questioning.

After all ... This was a "planned crime," and Sam couldn't just put it into action without thinking about any countermeasures.

His calmness was the result of his preparations.

"Oh ..." Zuo Yan replied."I'll tell you then." He paused and continued,"as you said, if you hired a killer because of 'John stole your inheritance', you would not have waited so long ... It is true that it was inappropriate to make a move when the verdict was just passed, but in the one or two years after that ... At your angriest and most dejected period, you still held back from making a move. It can be seen that ... The 'stolen inheritance' is not enough for you to take the risk. Even though you know that John is behind this, you haven't crossed the line of the law ... Because, in the end ... You're different from your brother, you're a good person. "

"Ha!" When John Heard this, he laughed dryly to show that he scoffed at the remarks.

Zuo Yan ignored him and continued to speak to Sam,"This is actually quite ironic. They are clearly two brothers who grew up in the same environment and received good education ... The one who looks young and promising to outsiders has put the law to the back of his mind in order to maintain his image; However, the one who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun in the eyes of outsiders still holds onto a bottom line. "

At this point, he looked at Sam with a slightly regretful look and said,""Even though John Hurt you and you hate him, out of respect for the law, or perhaps out of consideration for blood and kinship ... You eventually gave up the idea of extralting revenge.

"In the end, you decided to give up your past life and live on like an ordinary person, earning your own living. You also decided to never have anything to do with the name John Herbert ...

"However, just when you thought that you've already forgotten about the family, fate played a very interesting joke on you ..."

As he spoke, Zuo Yan took out his phone and fiddled with it. He then turned the screen toward Sam.

At that moment, there was a photo on his phone screen. It was a photo of a man, an ordinary-looking white man in his forties.

Everyone present could recognize that the man in the photo was the victim of the case.

"Peter Miller, 39 years old, unemployed." Two seconds later, Zuo Yan continued,"although he's unemployed now ... Many years ago, he was once a high-ranking white collar worker. The company he worked for at that time was ..." He looked at John."...John Herbert Investment Co., Ltd."

The company that Zuo Yan mentioned was the one that John had started when he was young. The company still existed, but it had become one of the many small, empty shells under Herbert's group.

Generally speaking, large companies would play this trick. They would register N different small companies in N countries ... These shell companies had no office space, no actual Affairs, and no employees, but they would arrange accountants to report their accounts every month to maintain their existence. When needed, big companies could use these small companies to digest all kinds of transactions and projects in the "gray area." On one hand, it could avoid taxes (main purpose), and on the other hand ... In the case of a lawsuit for a certain project in the future, these "shells" could also act as shields for the parent company.

John Herbert Investment Co., Ltd. Was such an existence.

Once upon a time, it carried John's dream, but now, it was an existence that had lost its value and was like a has-been trademark.

"Mr. Zuo Yan, let me interrupt you ..." After two seconds of thinking, John suddenly spoke to Zuo Yan."There's something I think it's better to clarify now ... That's right, I know this deceased, but I didn't recognize him when the case happened ... In fact, I didn't even see his face at that time because he appeared from behind me and suddenly attacked me. Moreover, I haven't seen him for a long time ... Even after his death, I didn't recognize him at first sight. I just thought he looked familiar. It wasn't until Chief Officer Daxter arrived that I remembered that this person used to be my employee many years ago. "

"What 'subordinate employee'... Isn't that too polite?" Zuo Yan continued,"he's been your personal assistant for two whole years."

Hearing this, John's expression changed. He thought to himself,""This kid ... He's already investigated to this point ..."

"At this moment, are you thinking ...'This kid has actually investigated to this point'?" The next second, Zuo Yan spoke and directly voiced John's thoughts."Ha ..." Before John could reply, Zuo Yan laughed and said,"I can basically guess what you're thinking from your micro-expressions and minor body movements ... To be honest, if you had met me back then, you would have most likely gone to prison to pick up soap."

These words weren't what Zuo Yan meant, but the original words of Victor. Of course ... Zuo Yan didn't mind using the appropriate tone to repeat the content of his ridicule. Because based on what he knew so far, he also despised and loathed John from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, he was my assistant before. So what?" John was a little angry, but he didn't flare up. He didn't respond to the other party's mockery, but tried to bring the topic back to the case."This doesn't conflict with what I just said ... I said that he attacked me from behind, and I haven't seen him for many years. It's been such a long time, not to mention an assistant, even if she's a relative ... It's normal that she can't recognize you, right?"

"I didn't take it seriously at first. I only mentioned that he used to be an employee of that company ... You interrupted me and made the so-called 'statement'. Have you forgotten?" Zuo Yan retorted.

These words hit the nail on the head. John was speechless.

"If you don't mind, I'll continue what I really wanted to say ..." Seeing that Sam was silent, Zuo Yan turned to look at Sam and continued,"according to my speculation, it was around last autumn that Miller found you and ... Told you something. And those things were the fuse to today's murder case ..."

"Before you can come up with any more outrageous speculations ..." Sam replied coldly before the other party could finish his sentence."What evidence do you have to prove that ... I know this Miller guy, but how do you prove that he had contact with me?"